Time for the weekly recap of professional triathlete life. Things are starting to get back on schedule, now that it’s been three whole weeks. Check out week 1 or week 2 to catch up. Short version: train, work, train, sleep.
Do you like my new site? Fancy, huh. That’s one of the things I accomplished this week. Other things I accomplished: my workouts.
My massage guy said I’m getting skinny. Which, factually, isn’t actually true, but I think he meant I’m getting fit. Which is sort of true. A little bit.
Most of the time I don’t know if I’m tired or fit or stressed or successful. Every day is just another day. There were a few clues this week, though. Signs. I hit a hard bike workout on the trainer on Tuesday — even after a doctor’s appointment down in Stanford and shoving a poke bowl down my mouth, because I’m a sucker for poke bowls, even though they’re never as good as they were in Hawaii. It wasn’t the best 12 x 3′ I’ve ever done, but it was closer than I expected for the last day of February. And Wednesday I swam the fastest 300y I’ve ever swum. (Which, for transparency’s sake, was a 3:41. And also included paddles and a pull buoy. But, still. I’ve never even been close to that fast.) Then I ran fast, then I biked long and hard. Things are starting to come back around.
Saturday evening our Prius’ alarm went haywire. It kept going on and off. It wouldn’t stop, even while I was sitting in the car with the key — as I had to explain to every neighbor who came out to ask if it was my car. *Do you think I just broke into it, set the alarm off, and decided to keep sitting here??* Ultimately, I got it towed to the dealer, so they could replace the battery. It wasn’t until a day later, when someone asked why I didn’t just drive it to the dealer myself, that I realized I could have driven it to the dealer myself.
Sunday I was running through the neighborhood and missed my turn. I started to make the turn, then I thought, ‘that doesn’t look right,’ and I turned back around. Then I kept running and running, thinking ‘this seems far, I should be there by now.’ IN MY OWN NEIGHBORHOOD. That I’ve run 2-3x/week for seven years.
Those are the signs I might be tired. I might be getting fit.
(My super amazing advice was included in an ebook of top athletes sharing recover and injury prevention tips. Caveat: Everyone else is a much, much more impressive athlete. Not sure how I snuck in there.)